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The tree grew tall And the tree grew fair, A home for all Yes, a tree very rare And it grew and grew For generations abound, Yet no one knew, The death-making sound The sound of the engine, The sound of the roar, Cutting of it inland, The life that it tore Now, the scream of the tr... - Fiction > All FictionI was desperate. I had to get this done now or I will forever regret living for the few days that I have. I had no money, no food, and I was going to resort to the final attempt of skyscraper-jumping if this didn’t work. I held the bundle in my arms. This little bundle was going to save me. Th...
- Poetry > Free VerseIt is only late do we see what was there So much that wasn’t said Was left on the step swept bare Where no one can get but dead Through so much pain we all see The point of no return Where tears are all blame free Because we all know they burn From the gallows of dreams Do we understa...
- Poetry > Free VerseDrip, Drip Glance Left, Glance Right Pat, Pat Step forward, Step back Flash, Flash Turn left Turn right Boom, Boom Breathe in Breathe out Pound, Pound Stares left. Stares left. Crack, Crack Begs in Begs out Pat, Pat Bang Drip, Drip...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceI was going to make him laugh. He was going to clutch his invisible spirit-belly and roar with infinite laughter, falling off of his invisible throne. And then I would just smile and make another childish quip and his laughter would be inchoate until I got to the punch line. His tummy would emit po...
- Poetry > Free VerseHe is here! He is here! Yes, the melee of people tell me so And the stench that comes with fear Comes up with the depths of sea so low I am here! I am here! Yes, I see it from a distance off And the death that comes so near Is up and out like a malady cough So I run! So I run! Yes, my f...
- Poetry > Free VerseShe calls me, Into pain She breathes me, Into love Of which I cannot say, She strikes me from above I call her, From pain, I see her, From love Of which she cannot say, I strike her from above We call, With pain, We cannot see, The love Of which no one dare say, We are both los...
- Poetry > Free VerseFound, yet lost In my purple Butterfly trough Strange, yet sane With the wind’s Grasping mane Sought, but not searched The season of Owl’s lurch...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryHe was coming. My chest was heavy, heaving breaths of oxygen that couldn’t sustain me for too long. My legs ached and they went up in flames as I ran along the dim-lighted sidewalk. But I could hear him. Laughing something horrible at me as I ran. I could hear him crunching over dried leaves. ...
- Fiction > All Fiction“I’m sorry,” I say, “I didn’t mean it!” She glares at me. “I don’t care. I’m sick of people being rude.” I follow her as she walks away. “No, really, I am. I’m sorry. Please, let me make it up to you. I didn’t really mean it that way! Gosh, Katie!!” She started t...
- Opinion > Love / RelationshipsWhat is love? What is it really? So many people in school talk about it like it’s supposed to be this normal thing you feel for someone. Then the next someone, and the next, and the next. But, me? I believe it’s jank. Yes. Complete and utter jank. There is no way you can actually LOVE someon...
- Nonfiction > All NonfictionWhat is normal? The dictionary defines: conforming to the standard or a common type; usual; regular; natural. But what IS normal? The first thing that comes to mind is that kid with only two friends that wears the same clothes almost every week and says nothing in class. That kid who notices ...
- Hot Topics > All Hot TopicsAll I want…All I really want, is to be truly alone. Yeah, I said it. UH-lone. Emphasis on the “loooonnneee” part. And, frankly, my mom doesn’t seem to be “simpatico” with that word. She only knows Dr. Phil’s “communication” and, “happiness”…all in ONE sentence. ...
- Fiction > Action-AdventureHe was after me again. I crammed myself into the tiniest hole possible. I had only a few bullets left in my magazine and I had only two shots to get this right. The third shot would make us lose the battle and let the other side detonate their bomb. Of course, I had to tag him before he tagg...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI was pretty. Pretty intelligent. It’s not everyday you get to have friends that don’t think you’re boasting when you raise you’re hand almost every single time the teacher asks a question...and then get it correct—every single time. But, I was with the Asian kids, so I don’t thi...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThen, I ran. So much adrenaline I almost drowned. After, I screamed. You know, most people would scream, and THEN run, but, when you’re about to get kidnapped, I don’t think the order matters. As long as you just DO THEM. My mother always said: “If anyone follows you or tries to ki...
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